poeticonotpolitico

Aiming all directions amongst the caribou, the boxcars stand at ready, lined in rows of Red and Blue. From Billings to Lincoln, around the desert towns, they can track to any place where the free might still be found. Sent in Cable Splicers set up the Garden Plot; Leave imploded bodies, their gods will sort […]

[reengineered puppeteering] among the seven billion we are the cantastorie we are not the corporate heads or bankers doing the Russian Mafia’s laundry washing the filthy gains of the Karzai brothers cleaning for the cartels we sing of the dancing marionettes forced to fund the weaponized might- actors of enforcement for the global manipulators we […]